Derpaholic

Life is like a box of chocolates. It's a cheap, thoughtless and perfunctory gift that nobody ever asks for. Unreturnable, because all you get back is another box of chocolates So you're stuck with the unidentifiable whipped mint crap that you mindlessly wolf down when there's nothing left to eat. If you're desperate enough to eat that, all you'll have left is an empty box, filled with useless, brown paper wrappers